Just My Luck Page #2
say no... to a party.
What you say.
What you say. What you say.
Me too.
I love to par-tay.
Don't do that.
Got you covered, Mr. D.
Your car is right this way.
Masquerade bash?
Uh, I'm really sorry,
Miss Braden. I just-
I took notes at other meetings,
and then I just improvised from there.
Well, looks like you've
got a big party to plan.
Right. Right. Yeah.
Of course, you'll need
your own office.
- Wh- Me?
- Your idea. You're in charge. Sara?
- Huh?
- Find Ashley a new office...
- and get her a company credit card.
- Thank you, Miss Braden.
Oh, please, Ashley.
From now on, it's Peggy.
- Peggy.
- Peggy.
And you are?
- Mail.
- Whatever.
And don't worry, Ashley.
I'll be watching your every move.
- Sara.
- Yes, ma'am?
Katy, I'm home.
Oh, hey, Jake.
Hey. Wow.
What happened to you?
- Fourth-grade boys.
- They're the worst, aren't they? Let me see.
- What's it stuck on with?
- Krazy Glue.
Huh, been there. At least
you had a better day than me.
- Burger?
- Of course. Ketchup for you.
- Katy, where's my bun?
- Oh, it's in the oven, Grandma.
- She's got a bun in the oven?
- Hey, Jake.
- Hey, Aunt Martha.
- Now, Katy...
I'll be back after
my shift at midnight.
Cool.
Stay out of trouble.
- Love you, Jake.
- Love you too.
- Katy, mind your cousin.
- I'll keep an eye on her.
- See ya.
- Ready?
Wait. Is it gonna sting?
'Cause I kind of like wearing it.
Well, it's not gonna sting
if you hold still.
- Ow. Ow. Ow.
- Hold still! It's gonna be fine!
Hold still.
One, two, three-
There you go. There you go.
Well, hold on. Hold on. Hold on. All right.
- What do you say?
- Thank you, Jake. You're my hero.
Give me some skin.
You know, I'm gonna take this.
This is definitely
a, uh, choking hazard.
- All right.
- Bye.
See ya.
Not again! Oh!
A basketball game.
His dad's team is playing Philly.
Not sexy enough.
Home or away?
- Away.
- Let me guess.
On his private jet
which he flies himself?
- So wrong. He has a pilot.
- Speaking of dates. Hello?
We should try to find
the dragon lady one for the bash.
That way, she won't be all over us,
watching our every move.
Mm. Good luck. Men of Peggy's caliber
don't exactly take ads in the Yellow Pages.
Could you possibly
idolize her any more?
What? She's sophisticated, glamorous,
gets invited everywhere...
and never has to stay home
because she has nothing to wear.
- Right. Nothing to wear.
- Wee, wee, wee.
- Coming!
- I'll get it.
- I'm coming.
- I'm coming!
- Find an outfit.
- I found one.
- Ooh, ooh, ooh.
- Whoa. Who is that?
Down, girl. You're drooling on my doormat.
Oh, it's my next-door neighbor.
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